On Clutter

Last Tuesday, I put the endless stacks of sheets into the closet. Finally. I'm resisting editing that sentence, even though I know it's a bad beginning. It's really a bad sentence in general. But I'm resisting. I want to try writing this piece all at once, badly, just to get something out. In November I… Continue reading On Clutter

On Creativity

Listen to The Process Podcast So. I just finished this podcast episode. Like I literally just closed GarageBand (that I used to edit the audio) and send the file link to Ben Albert (who is using his marketing platform to promote my podcast). AND I AM REALIZING THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN TRULY PROUD OF SOMETHING… Continue reading On Creativity

On Banana Bread

My grandma can only eat unripe bananas because of this special diet she's on. So, when the bananas got too ripe for her to eat, I made banana bread. Yesterday was tough for me because, the night before, I had a PTSD-related panic attack. The next afternoon, I was still dealing with the residual effects… Continue reading On Banana Bread

On Soulmates

Are we meant to find our soul mate? Do we have only one, or are there lots? Is this just another idea for us to gather around, warm our hands against, and use to make meaning out of our relatively meaningless lives? Here's what the internet has to say on the matter (you can read… Continue reading On Soulmates

On Decisions

I woke up this morning and shuffled to the bedroom door. What followed was a mess of decisions, routine, habit, emotion, and, like it or not, just plain humanness. What followed was a mess. A beautiful, powerful, ordinary, exhausting, comical mess. A regular day. A regular day where I made so many tiny decisions, each… Continue reading On Decisions

On Joy

One time, my mom gave me a book called 14,000 Things to Be Happy About. It was awesomesauce. I've opened it so many times, read for a couple minutes, then closed it with a knowing smile on my face. It even inspired me to ask friends and family to write their own lists of what… Continue reading On Joy

On the Cost of Healing

I can't start at the very beginning of this story, because that would overcrowd the format I'm working with - the blog post. Instead, I'm going to start in the middle, and it won't have a proper ending. Make of it what you will. I have carried my trauma with me, in my body, belief-system,… Continue reading On the Cost of Healing

On Settling

I was born in 1995. I'm smack-dab in the middle of the "Millennial" generation. I grew up on VHS tapes, landlines, and tucked-in turtlenecks, but never used a payphone or a record player. I was taught that I was special, that my unique capabilities and personality made me perfectly suited for...something. Whatever that 'thing' was,… Continue reading On Settling

Reality

I live in my dreamsI haunt realitymy mother sings to meshe sings me to sleepReality doesn't have much to give me I'd rather be sleeping and hide in my dreamsawake I can't breathethe light is so heavyasleep I can seethe colors wide and deepReality doesn't have much to give meI'd rather be sleeping and hide… Continue reading Reality